Oklahoma

You picked an ax of a state,
did you not?
Stuck on the brain now,
like a word you’d been chewing on,
like the gum my fingers braised
beneath the table, and stuck!
Stuck, stuck, in the intestines,
like a gum one should never swallow,
but a necessary must, as the gun
sounds, the horses bolt, a race!
I never knew, I was in the running.
But look now, what with this one word
in me you started – a book.

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